Lyrics:
to get rich, ain't takin 50 cent
Niggas are irrelevant
Never high but I'm flyer than a fuckin pelican
Asking me where I been
I just been pimping the pen
put my struggles in my bag
Fuck da police NWA
I get da money 50 cents
Niggas keep blowing in da club
When I'm happy
I went this crazy
Only my trees
posters out of magazines
Out the next room my momma yelling turn the beat down
Hated on 50 Cent until my first beat down
Just a skinny kid with awkward
spot
From the same block
But I went through changes
If I try
Imitate 50 cent
Wrong currency;
It's the foreign exchanges
Now I bop down my street
Like
had a hotel room nearby so she took me sprayed Marc Jacobs in the hall way it smelt fruity
Get into the room had an amaretto sip, 50 Cent was playing
Like Jon Bon Jovi
I'm tired of fake love
IG politics, sick thotties
All of my brothers
Addicted to these vices
Understand not everybody
Can be 50 Cent
then beat my feet
These niggas beefs don't make no sense
When they was stuck on CCB I was stuck on Many Men
The re-up fund was fifty cent
Wasn't no plug
clappin'
It ain't last
I be in class dreaming 'bout
50,000 fans up in the stands screaming out
Encore, yo I'm headed back to Philly
Nigga you rollin'
Using her tongue she teething
Feel on dat pussy she leakin’, clutching my nina I'm tweakin’
Smoke on my blunt now your dreaming, surrounded by evil
glitch
(baow, baow, baow)
50 Cent aka the magic stick (grrah)
All black, one gunman
John Wick, that's a bad man
All black, one gunman john Wick (baow)
All
the workers were in:
The factory was surrounded by a fence and barbed wire on top and on the bottom. And they have a chain-linked fence surround the whole
niggas then I got they help
But I'm still never backing down from shit
Spend a nigga block
Spend a nigga bend
Fuck it get the strap like I'm fifty cents
into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond,
homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they better stick
Can
I started makin' dollars then it started makin' cents
I used to share my room with the roaches and the rats
My lil' cousin Paul and my uncle, Po'
druhý debil močí
Tretí debil sa a bije a štvrtý to točí
A v klube sa tváriš jak 50 Cent
Ale vo vačku máš iba 50 cent
Som Gopnik verzus inteligent
Boogie, Don Q, Mysonne, Cardi B
50 cent, Papoose, Pharaoh Munch, Cudi
Dougie Fresh, Rakim, 69, Mike D
Every artist who done did it or is doing they thing
in the kitchen ain't shit
Hole in ya sock nd ya holdin ya piss
Husslin just to scrap up 50 cent
Share clothes wit my bruddahs
That's as real as it get
get the crown yet
To be a king
That I'm destined To be
the king I'm supposed to be
Or Imma die trying
Like 50 cent
Imma get rich or die trying
Getting
loop
Can't give every hoe dick I ain't generous
Keep a strap like I'm Ellen Degeneres
Twenty on the receipt you tip 50 cent
I tip 50% I can't penny pinch
Pari
That's my dream, but it's one I'll never have
100 bands in my hands, killa cam, only fans
Like I'm 50, spelling out broke with cents
When I'm 50
fifty sticks to NY
Lil bro he just wanna smoke some shit he dont get high
Switches on the back of all the glicks it can't get by
This shit on my
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